I Could Hear A Pin Drop ....!

And it's just in, fucking, credible! I feel like a top predator! I can hear things now that you'd never be able to pick up. A motors door locking is the most amazing series of bangs and clunks. My own boots, on the gritted track, sound like glass being ground! It's almost trippy. My awareness of sound is so heightened. This must be more like how a fox experiences audio stimuli.

Yeppers. I picked up my Hearing Aid today :-) It's absolutely turned my existence around. To try to demonstrate the difference it's made for me; I walked into that girls office today and she was speaking to me. So, I'm sat there, hunched forward in my chair. Inclining my head. I'm really seriously fucking concentrating, because I'm being spoken to.

Without even realising it, I'm actually focusing more on her mouth than anything. It's like I'm trying to learn to lip read people, because I can barely hear what half of them say anyway. And she's showing me this tiny little device with a mangled, transparent plastic plug on it. This is my new Hearing Aid. That goes on there. This is the half pea sized battery. It goes in here, like this. This bit sets in ye ear. Try it at '2'. Half volume .....

And she put it in my ear. And the entire world leapt razor sharply into a whole new focus! I'm already exclaiming shit like " Oh, Wow! " and thanking her profusely. Fuck knows what she was saying. But it was coming over loud and clear! :D

Next thing ye know, I'm lounging back in my chair ~ almost sprawling with relaxed, laid backness. And I'm looking at her Eyes and face as we exchange a few words about Pink Floyd. It was the first time since I can remember that I was able to relax and chat with anyone without a strong voice.

Then I stepped out into the world. Crisp, crackling gravel under foot. Some bloke locked his car door, to a superbly orchestrated symphony of bangs, clunks and clicks. That was just wonderful! I almost felt like asking him to unlock it again, just so I could listen! LOL!

Then it was back to town. No Way was I going home just yet, sitting here listening to nothing. I just Had To hit town and Talk to people.

And one of the first people I spoke to was my dear mate, Hugh Logan. My Butcher. Hugh and I have long shared our mutual joke that we're each death as a fucking post. I frankly stating that I am. Hugh always blaming his band saw, mincing machine, freezer ..... Hell, Hugh even blames the electrical hum of his fucking scales!

And, as we're bantering away there, I'm watching Hugh ~ Not just his lips. And I'm seeing it: That slight tilt of the head. That hint of squint about his eyes. The slightest pursing of his lips. He's actually trying like all fucking hell to keep up with what exactly I'm saying. He was trying to learn to lip read me.

What can ye do, people? I told him how simple and straightforward it was for me. I implored him to pop over to the doctors and get that ball rolling for himself. I know what it's like, for him. I also now know what it Can be like, to be fresh again. To hear how I'm Not walking like a Ninja, in my heavy, size eleven boots. To hear rain drops spattering on the brim of my hat. To sit in a taxi and Enjoy the craic with the driver; Without leaning round to the back seat and yelling, " Eh? "

Ye don't need to go there, peeps. Ye don't need to live like that. Just tell them and they can sort ye out.

Hear what I'm saying ....?